A few years ago, i thought i would do a blog, an every day poetry blog, i see myself entirely creative enough to write poetry daily, but as with art, i create mostly as a means of maintenance therapy. Hence, my habitual artistic integrity is a pathway to wellness. So, just saying, because i don’t have enough teams… as i do have some teams that have helped me over the years, no i am not an island unto myself. So, in incomplete and run-on sentences, i am saying, i need some creative teams, to help with projects, to help with promotion, to help with stability, to help with writing the book about trauma, about survival… whenever it is that i survive, how about thriving despite the criminals who wage daily war against me. So with the team i may have easily had a 365 poetry collection or more every year since the blog started. Hell, i may have figured out how to get hundreds of thousands people to my blog. I may have figured out how to sell some of my poetry to other artists who sing, who have integrity and class to bring into the world songs and music that are of a lyracists mind in observation of our ratating world that sometimes seems to be spinning out of control, but look, U can still stand or sit, laugh, cry, play, interact and create collaborations in every aspect of the air continuously filling your lungs.

Over 500 pieces of art – still a broke assed artist – but showing @the CA State Capital Building with Senator Ed Hernandez – private conference room – call for an appointment – ask about my art –

today, tuesday the 21st of November in 2017 @ about 12.45. SOMETHING i joined the other Vegterans and our writing group, and i wrote, and this is what happened.

Dissertations as they go

Dissertations as they go
And this one in my flow
For an arrow racing toward the heart
Pumped for the blood
that will gush should the arrow find it’s vitality

i rush with another idea merging into a 12 lane highway of other ideas streamed into the tragedy of traffic jams, and lambs in the middle of the road bleating out oh Christmas tree motherfuckers in your shopping spree… only because i can’t have a shopping spree.

Yes, just as gross as it could be
with occupants of cars
just up and leaving

all the information of the ideas laying still in a running vehicle, waiting again to be embodied by character
bring it’s contents to others,
to a venue,
To venues

to some ears of the sponsors for an idea much bigger than the means that the transporter has to provide for

i in the middle of this gear,
the cogs grinding
the other ideas jumping in
the information from various ideas mixing

Like writing the book of trauma
You know how you always hear a writer say
I can’t think of nothing to say
Writers block it is not
Not for me

It is the insurgence of flashbacks
from this month, that year, this day and that time
any day, any occurrence, any disruption
close calls to the end of it all
the end of it all hearing close calls
walls are closing in
the walls were already very near and not dear

ah, a breath to recapture my sanity
never happened for decades
maybe once a year
maybe not

but then there is a reason
let us stay in the creation encapsulation
habitual to the integrity of whatever project moves the easy button forward, if it is another day to relax outside of chaos
I have but a minute for closure

Will there ever be closure
No, but there will be remedies
I am looking for them always
Are you a remedy
Are you an idea for a remedy
Are you steady
With stability ready

Temporary stability lays in creativities cavity
13:43:21 feels like 15 minutes… let me ask
On 11/21/17
fin
She said (Leilani said it was about 15min)

thank U Leilani, and Veterans – Heather ,  Patrick, Rick, Terre, and Adam – for group therapy in writing – in the interaction for the making of a better soul, and for the compassion, patience and persistance